I was in a band, we were scheduled to appear At a little roadhouse called the Get Down HereA cinder block building with a hand-painted signHunkered down straddling the county lines

When the crowd rolled in they were a motley mixThere were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticksEach one meaner than a cougar in a cageAnd the biggest one swaggered right up to the stage

He said, â??Weâ??ve heard everybody from David Allen Coe To Chuck Berry singing â??go Johnny go goGot an autographed picture of Elvis on the shelfSo tell me girl what you got to say for yourself

I let the guitar do the talkinâ??, and the whole place started rockinâ??My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??Now he was over in the corner with a chesire smileThe best lookinâ?? seventeen milesSittinâ?? there makinâ?? my poor heart sweetI knew my chances were a long shot betBecause a boy like that heâ??s heard every lineAnd Iâ??ve never been the silver-tongue kindBut I figured I had me one chanceOf gettinâ?? that boy to danceSo I cranked up my amp...I let the guitar do the talkinâ??, and the whole place started rockinâ??My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??In a world of too many words Sometimes your point is hard to get heardI think I figured out a little way of getting mine throughI just put it on, tune it up and the whole place started rockinâ??My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??